Chad Parenteau: Poet For Hire

A near-empty bus first day back from holidays. Ride whispers warning: The students are returning... The students are returning...

No Jesus Tanka. No Tanka 'bout Town. I hit a wall and haven't written any good tanka in a while. It's been even longer for the ...

The morning commute is morning in name only. Low expectations, rig a fight with your shadow, your sole victory today.  

Winter warrior, it's time to lay down your arms. The weather has won, and you have nothing dry left. Lay down your arms and slos...

  One more casualty in the great umbrella war against the snowstorm, one more crushed frame wondering how they could lose to wate...

Section 8 housing's demolished spotted rainbow, signs of desire to better one's self, one's place, bootstraps polished, ...

Inspiration's like change for beggars who work on Heatwave Avenue. Waiting for it may kill you, but anything is worth it. D...

Snowstorm and cold snap. Workers before and after spray the earth with salt to cover any bodies. And we're here. We are still he...

Start of West Broadway where yuppies dig their trenches. Morning after hipster crowds, woman sweeps trash to pretend none of them ...

I've done my City Haiku series on this blog for a while. This is just an attempt to keep things fresh. Find out what a Tanka is here. ...